Motherhood

February 1, 2010

Eliza is a full time housewife, she ‘s a mother of two kids.

Suddenly; Eliza finds herself doing the same things in the same ways everyday from the time she wakes up untill the time she goes to bed. And she can’t cope anymore, she can’t stand herself doing a series of small repetitive actions.

Finally she collapsed and decided to leave the city.

With a very angry face Eliza left the city on her way to New Jersey then took this huge step back after she had picked up the call from her husband who was trying to rescue their kid and kick a lollipop out from his throat then the writer actually took us to a very nice conversation in trying to show her husband’s understanding although he was very busy and always not at home but I liked his lines so much, they were short, specific, a bit funny and absolutely they were having an Aim.

The Funny thing is; while I was watching the conversation I imagined the Scenario not by Uma therman and Anthony Edwards but by an Egyptian couple 🙂 It would definitely lead to different Results.

Let’s see the conversation :

Eliza: What could possibly possess you to give a toddler a known choking hazard?

Avery: Don’t lecture me, Eliza.

I could just as easily lecture you.

Eliza: Really? For what?

For doing all the idiotic errands?

For listening to mothers in the park who need to be medicated? While you get to go to work with real adults and have normal adult conversation.

Avery: Oh, yeah, like having Morris ream me out

because I had to leave work to take care of Lucas?

You mean those kind of normal, adult conversations?

Eliza: You got an envelope at home today,by the way.

Some messenger guy delivered it.

Avery: Oh, yeah, right.

Eliza: He…

He helped me carry my bags upstairs,and so I let him come in for a while.

Avery: You what?

Eliza: I let him come in,and he blew up balloons.

Avery: You let a messenger come into our apartment and decorate for our daughter’s birthday?

Eliza: His name was Mikesh,and he was just being nice.

He looked at me like I was a person who might still have something worthwhile to say.

Avery: I always tell you that you have something worthwhile to say.

You…

You need a stranger to tell you that?

Was he good-looking or…?

Eliza: He looked at me like I might still be somebody worth looking at.

Avery: How could you not know that you’re worth looking at?

Were you attracted to him?

Were you?

Eliza: It’s just that you never look at me that way anymore, Avery.

Avery: Do you look at me that way?

Eliza: No, not really. Not enough.

But I still love you, Avery.

I really love you, but…

Avery: But what?

Eliza: It’s just that

every day from the second I wake up till the second I pass out cold,

my day, like the day of almost every other mother I know, is made up of a series of concrete, specific actions. And they’re actions that kind of wear away at passion, if you know what I mean.

The actions are petty and small like…

Like refilling coffee cups or folding underwear.

But they accumulate in this really debilitating way that diminishes my ability to focus on almost anything else.

Bigger things like, you know,

ideas or… politics or dreams of a better life.

Avery: Well, what would be a better life?

It wasn’t always my ambition to supervise a team of fatuous liberal arts graduates and edit their copy about traveling to places that we can’t afford to visit.

When we had Clara, I got a job with healthcare and a little bit of flexibility. It was a decision that we made.

We made the decision together. So I got a job that I can tolerate.

No more, no less.

You’re not the only one who’s made sacrifices, Eliza.

Eliza: Well, that still doesn’t explain why you can’t pick up your socks.

Avery: What do my socks have to do with it?

Eliza: Your socks have everything to do with it!

Avery: Eliza, all I wanted you to do in that piece was to stop hiding behind irony because it comes so easily to you.

I want to know what you really think.

I want to know what you really feel.

What makes you want to live a life with passion,
no matter how many socks you have to pick up.

What about that?

 

 

He was (quiet). She was honest. He helped her to understand what’s going on and to express her feelings by a positive way. He didn’t yell. He didn’t change the main subject.
He didn’t lose control.
He understood her and made her smile at last.
What A Man!

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The Edge of Love

November 14, 2008

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The story goes in London and Wales during The Second World War,

A story of a Love Triangle, In the middle of it is the Brilliant Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas who finds himself in Love with two free-spirited women ,
His childhood Sweetheart Vera Phillips and his wife Caitlin Thomas .

The story explores the complexities between Dylan, the two women and captain William Killick who would be Vera’s husband ,
And on the other hand the bohemian underworld of war torn London.

Here, I will post every poetic Line was told by Dylan during the Movie ..

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I have longed to move away

From the hissing of the spent lie

And the old terrors’ continual cry

Growing more terrible

As the day goes over the hill
into the deep sea

I have longed to move away

From the repetition of salutes

For there are ghosts in the air

And ghostly echoes on paper.

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Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid

Was A Man Aged A Hundred.

When the morning

was waking over the war

He put on his clothes
and stepped out and he died

The locks yawned loose
as a blast blew them wide

He dropped where he loved
on the burst pavement..
 

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A stranger has come

To share my room in the house

Not right in the head

A girl mad as birds

She has come possessed

Who admits the delusive light
through the bouncing wall

Possessed by the skies

And taken by light in her arms
at long and dear last

I may, without fail

Suffer the first vision
that set fire to the stars.
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Forgive us your death
that myselves the believers

May hold it in a great flood

Till the blood shall spurt

And the dust shall sing like a bird

As the grains blow,
as your death grows, through our heart

Crying

Your dying

Cry

Child beyond cockcrow by the fire-dwarfed

Street we chant the flying sea

In the body bereft

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When I was a windy boy and a bit

And the black spit of the chapel fold

Sighed the old ram rod dying of women

I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood

The rude owl cried like a telltale tit

I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled

Ninepin down on the donkeys’ common

And on seesaw Sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes

The whole of the moon I could love and leave

All the green leaved
little weddings’ wives

In the coal black bush and let them grieve
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In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition nor bread

Or the strut and trade of charms
on the ivory stages

But for the common wages
of their most secret heart
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Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages

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I must mention A scene influenced some rules of mine about Love,

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Vera  : Why?

Dylan: You.

Vera  : Leave Caitlin.
Go on. Leave Caitlin.

You’ve got rid of the opposition.
Now you come on.

Leave your wife and live with me.

Do you see?

You want a 15-year-old girl back on the beach.
Not me.

You don’t even see me, do you?
Dylan!

All you’ve got is stories in your head. Words.

And I have to be real.

William… makes me real.

If you have sent
my beloved husband to jail…

I will never forgive you.

Things we Lost in the Fire

September 12, 2008

-Dad?
-Yeah?

-The water’s green.
-No, it’s fluorescent.

-What’s…

Fluorescent !! …

-Fluorescent means “lit from within.”

-So am I fluorescent?
-Yeah, Dory, you are.

And That was Brian and his son in the first scene at this movie

” Things we lost in the Fire ” .

And I believe that anyone has deep inside his heart a feel called

” Love ” ,  he is a fluorescent

He lit from within.

 

It is my third time I watch this movie and never get bored .

I get into a sensation makes me feel that love is the only thing beckon us forward to walk into the right direction in our life .

But ..

But if you lost it , you lost everything …

You lose control

You feel like you are inside a movie .. A sad movie

You want to escape , you want to know what it feels like to escape

You would think that you will continue losing everything , everyone

 

And here ..

Audrey and her kids have to accept the Loss

Have to start rebuilding their life somehow without the main reason for being alive.

But Lonliness

The Night’s Monster

The unbearable feel would keep chasing you .. chasing you and take away from you your quiet sweet slumber

They say ..

To feel stronger you have to find someone so down and so pathetic to take care of,

And Audrey found out that hating his husband’s childhood friend  Jerry is now seems so silly .

At the same time Jerry have to stop being a heroin addict and try to put his own life back together

So she gave him their garage , a place where they had a fire in it before and they started to rebuild it but never finished , thats what she told him to get him in their life to help him and help herself at the same time 

A scene touched me so much

Was when he helped her to sleep after many sleepless nights she had ,

When he just rubbed her ears gently as her husband was always do

 

But her refusal to her tragic loss leaded her to be at times very hurtful to Jerry saying things like ” It should have been you ” meaning his life isn’t worth and he should have been died instead of her husband .

She even wanted from him to let her in the addiction world in order to escape from her pathetic life,

she went to his place once asking him ” What is heroin like ?

 

But she kept blaming Jerry about everything so after many scenes of fightings , he collapsed and got back to heroin again and it was so painful seeing him like that as it was so painful too seeing her after she helped him again collapsed in her husband study room

she broke down finally after she had entered into the room, she has not able to enter after the accident

She read the list

The list of all the things they lost in the fire

And then she realized that she lost him .. she lost him forever

She kept howling and Saying why ..

 

I have to mention the most memorable words at the movie

After the fire they had and all the things they lost because of it , she went to her husband and she said :

How can you be so calm ?!

He said , those are just things Audrey

Those are just the stuff

That’s just stuff

“We still have each other”

So touchable …

 

At the End

Jerry telling his often dream while he was in some addiction healing circle and the plays out with Gustavo santaolalla gorgeous music , A red roses bouquet with a card “Accept the good ” from Jerry to Audrey and a sense that life will go on .

 

And here is the Jerry’s dream ..

Hi, my name is Jerry and I’m an addict.

-Hi, Jerry.
-Hello, Jerry.

I’ve been clean for 89 days.

My mind is clearer,

and I think it’s getting better.

Every day, a little bit.

But I wanna talk about this dream
I keep having.

It always starts
with me stealing silverware.

Then I go sell it to this guy

who I used to know
who owned a catering service.

Then with the money, I go to this place
where I used to buy my drug of choice,

and he’s not around.

So I go to other spots, right,

but for some reason, no one is around.

All of Seattle is dry,

and then I get that feeling, the dread,

and I panic.

And I start running,

and it’s raining, and it gets dark.

And then I’m in my old apartment,
and I’m thrashing right through it,

looking for something
I might have stashed away.

And I think I’m having a seizure.

And then I find a balloon
hidden in my suitcase.

So there I am

with a bag of junk in one hand

and the money for my next fix
in the other,

and I feel at total, utter peace.

And I wake up.

One day at a time.
One day at a time.
One day at a time.
One day at a time.

Thank you.

 

 

P.S I love You

June 8, 2008

An amazing movie.. Really No words could discrib it

what a loss losing the love of your life.. i can’t hold my tears till now 

I will post the last letter he left it for her

 

 

Dear Holly,

 I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.

P.S. I will always love you

Really Magnificent …

And the most scene had touched me was..

After the funeral when she went home .. took off her cloths .. covered with blankets then holded her mobile calling the home number to listen to his voice on the answer machine …. Really this scene torn me into pieces


One more thing

I have to mention the first kiss for i never seen a gorgeous romantic kiss till i had seen when he kissed her the first kiss Ooh what a romance and what a magnificent place they were in

 

hmm Love is a precious gift and having one loves you it means the whole world ,

For any one have this gift please appreciate What you have .